This is the season my hyacinths bloom in their bulb glasses. Some yellow narcissus like tiny daffodils are nestled in large dishes covered with clear marbles and pebbles. Their scent is welcome in winter. This poem is in my third book, All in Measure: A Book of Hours 2020-2022. Bundle up and stay dry for next … More Paperwhite Narcissus: January, 2024 Featured Poem
I love most of my poems, for at least a while. Sometimes I have poems that are favorites just because they keep making me smile. This is one of those. Featuring the unusual dog delights me. Rarely do I have attached photos but this photo just goes with it. I hope this also brings you … More My Heart is a Radish Today, ft. Dog : August, 2023 Featured Poem
A meditation on the seasons when it is most foggy in the Sunset District of San Francisco … summer and winter. The poem is from the middle of the pandemic when my second book, Cloudbreak came out. Still feels true as I gaze into fog this morning. It almost looks like a blizzard whiteout. It … More In Place: July, 2023 Featured Poem
I Am a Country Girl, But: June, 2023 Featured Poem There has been so much negative press recently about San Francisco. I can not help but think it is written with a touch of gloating. Even my mother, who lived in New England and thought snow and ice was good for her, would say it … More Poetry Reading In-Person. Love to see you!
This is the season, spring-to-be-summer, when I wrote this poem. I hope you join me to appreciate the many flowers that are sometimes called weeds. We must plant and conserve more native bushes and flowers as the lives of our bees, butterflies, and birds depend on them. Thank you for reading my poetry. Abundant Forgiveness … More Abundant Forgiveness: May, 2023 Featured Poem
And it is still raining! In January I was so busy editing my new book All in Measure: A Book of Hours, 2020-2022 I missed posting a poem. Yet another storm is passing through the Bay Area. Snow on unexpected hills. Even more trees uprooted or branches broken. When we first moved here, California the … More Rain –– February, 2023 Featured Poem
Growing up in New England, over 50 miles from the ocean, fog was rare and exotic weather when I was growing up. My Dad would tell me about the pea soup fog in London and I imagined getting lost. Living in San Francisco, 2 miles from the ocean fog is a very frequent visitor and … More The Fog Speaks –– October, 2022 Featured Poem
I am hoping this will appear in my third poetry book which is currently in the editing process. This poem is in a loose version of a haibun. The great Japanese poet Matsuo Basho wrote many haibuns. This form is composed of a short prose piece followed by a haiku. I went down a delightful … More City of Forty Hills — September, 2022 Featured Poem
Many of us have lived with or still enjoy old dogs. I remember my childhood dog, India, with this poem. If you had not heard, there are more dogs than children in San Francisco. I see a bunch of them out my window at the park all day. Sometimes they come at late dusk or … More Grandmother–Featured Poem for March, 2022
Lilacs are special flowers for me. I grew up with three shades of lilac bushes around our house. They come in lilac-lilac, deep purple and white and smell ever so slightly different, or so I imagined. T.S.Eliot’s poems made an early impression on me and I appreciated his use of lilacs evoking the wild, mystical, … More What Did The Scrub Jay Notice?Featured Poem for February, 2022
Heather Saunders Estes 